For Paul Brookes’ Ekphrastic Challenge, Day Twenty-four, my poem responds to the work below by Kerfe Roig and Christine O’Connor.
In autumn chill, leaves flame
against the bluest blue, then
the moon whispers the sky to violet hues,
“Be still,” she calls out to the wind,
but he doesn’t listen, just roars winter in.
I knit a blanket of grey-wooled dreams.
I window-gaze, wrapped up in it,
till I can open the panes wide
to greenery and pink-tipped spring,
and listen to the mockingbird determinedly sing.